Dark Heart , Mystic Ties

3.𝑼𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅

A few hours later, Emersyn awoke to find the room empty.

At first, she thought it might have all been a dream, but the stark reality of her surroundings quickly dispelled that notion.

She pushed herself out of bed, feeling the weight of the day, and poured herself a glass of water to quench her thirst.

Holding the cool glass, she wandered through the vast apartment.

Her eyes wide with awe at its sheer beauty. It was stunning, with elegant furnishings and a mesmerizing view.

She noticed a plate of food left for her on the kitchen counter, the aroma inviting yet unappetizing to her weary state.

Despite her lack of hunger, the insistent growl of her stomach persuaded her to eat.

As she finished, a wave of boredom washed over her, leaving her restless. She glanced at the glass in her hand, an idea forming in her mind.

Placing it on the table, she focused intensely, willing the water inside to rise and swirl with her mind alone.

Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to make it move without touching it.

At first nothing happened, and she chuckled at the absurdity.

"AvadaKedavra ,"' she joked , laughing at herself, though the water remained still.

Her amusement faded as she focused again, this time more seriously.

Slowly, the water began to ripple, then rise excitement, lighting up her eyes.

Her joy quickly turned to surprise as the water's motion grew more intense, causing the glass to shatter with a sharp crack.

Shards scattered across the table, but Emersyn's shock was tempered by a triumphant smile. She had done it.

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In a dimly lit warehouse, Klaus and Stefan stepped in, the air thick with anticipation.

Stefan clutched a photograph he had taken from Gloria's bar; confusion echoed across his face.

"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?"

Stefan demanded, his voice laced with frustration as he fixed his sight on Klaus and intensest are serious.

Klaus shrugged, his expression casual. " You said it yourself: that time had a lot of dark holes."

Stefan shook his head, stepping into Klaus's path. "No, if you knew me, then why haven't you said anything?"

"I'm a little busy right now. Memory Lane will have to wait," Klaus replied dismissively, brushing past him with a flick of his wrist.

Stefan's patience frayed, and he shouted, "What the hell is going on? Answer me!"

Klaus paused, glancing over his shoulder with a sardonic smile.

"Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you."

Klaus turned back to the row of coffins containing his siblings.

"If you can't handle it, then don't ask," he retorted, his tone edged with warning.

Be opened a coffin to reveal Rebekah lying motionless, a dagger embedded in her chest. He smiled softly, brushing a hand across her cheek. "Time to wake up, little sister."

A flicker of recognition crossed Stefan's face. "Your sister. So, I knew another original vampire."

Stefan studied the scene, his expression inscrutable. " Yet I don't remember her."